I'm always surprised by things that happen to my work.

It's a mental fake-out to myself. I make believe I'm making a new show so I forget the material I was working on and make up some fresh material.

If we all knew we were going to live to be 150 years old, we'd all approach our lives very differently.

I do write about people who are complex and are striving with something and can't quite get past their own stuff, which would be a proxy for myself because that's what the deal is with me.

As soon as the dirt is hitting the casket, it'll all be forgotten.

The world intrudes in my brain daily. Since my brain is dripping with all kinds of stuff that's out there in the world, that I can't seem to be able to shut out, it has to end up being in my work as well.

I'm not hip, I'm not cool, I'm not glib.